We’re all listening to MJ’s songs. MJ is dead. I guess we’ll do this for a while, remember what an icon he was, how we grew up listening to him and then we’ll forget all this and go back to what’s latest on the music channels.
The news channels are filled with obituaries for MJ, as they sing praises of him they simultaneously conduct autopsies on autopsies.
They say he died gaunt, bald, weak and senile. Sometimes they vacillate between his greatness and his sexual adventures. They talk about his deviant behaviour and his off-late reclusive life.
MJ is dead, but for a while we’ll let him live to perform his last act, before he fades away into oblivion.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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